between lifetimes
Description
Krystal is the girl behind the mirror; Kai is disgusted with the man he sees.
Foreword
‘I love you,’ he tells her every day, like a hymn—a mantra—a chant—whatever you will. She needs to know, he needs her to know. It’s one of the few things that bridge the gap, that make it the slightest degree less painful. Her lips move like his, in the exact same motions but sounds never pour from , almost like a door that hangs ajar revealing the pitch-black of nightmares behind it. Sometimes he wants her to speak—to respond—he doesn’t compliment her for nothing after all
He gets nothing in return.
Deals with gender dysmorphia. confusing. short.
written for au contraire: a writer's debut which is a really unique challenge/contest thing that I wish I hadn't rushed this entry for. also entered in this contest // prompt; 'i guess i can never reach you'
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